In April, the green manure is red and thin, and the ground is full of colorful flowers. When the flowers are in full bloom, the elegant and pure Sophora japonica flowers bloom one after another, and the elegant and pure scent of Sophora japonica flowers is intoxicating. The earth is filled with fragrance. Is it the crystal clear grace and grace that makes people intoxicated? Is it the elegant and pure Qingyuan charm that is refreshing? The exquisite Sophora japonica flowers delight people with their flowers, pleasant fragrance and intoxicating charm. Their familiarity has long been rooted in my heart, and their expectations are reserved for meeting the Sophora japonica flowers in April.
April is the most beautiful day in the world. The bright and warm April is a good time for an outing. Walking in the fields and mountains, the most amazing thing is the patches of locust trees and the trees of locust flowers. Where you gaze, you see dark green and pure white, green leaves and white flowers complement each other. The flowers are blooming beautifully and swaying. The fragrance of the flowers is dense and lingering in your heart. It is a light spirit like cloud smoke, and the joy blooming in the heart is a surging warmth. Meaning, the pleasant fragrance in my heart.
Wandering in the locust forest, it is pleasant to the eyes and eyes, and you will feel happy and refreshed, and you will feel at ease in your heart. The locust tree is straight and tall, with a graceful figure and a green crown. It can be said to be beautiful and elegant, with neat and graceful plants. When you stand with your head raised, the softness in your heart will be touched instantly. Clusters and clusters of white flowers modestly hide their smiling faces among the green leaves. They are pure and gentle, how can they not touch the soul? In April, I saw red and pink flowers. They are flowers that like to be gorgeous and flamboyant. When the withered branches have no trace of green, they occupy the high branches. Even if they are sparsely decorated with a touch of red, they can't cover it up. That one is haggard and thin. The withered red and pink flowers are still not as good as the pure and simple locust flowers to continue the elegance of a floral event.
There are many locust trees in the north and the Loess Plateau is mostly barren. However, the locust tree can grow vigorously here because it does not care about the soil quality, is not afraid of drought and severe cold, and because it is rich in vitality. Plant a locust tree and there will be a locust forest next year. Even in a place with many rocks and little soil, it still has its beautiful shadow. The roots of the locust tree do not like to be planted deeply. The long roots stick to the ground and spread around. Before you get close to the locust tree, your feet will touch the roots from time to time. In surprise, you will find that there is a touch of green on those brown tree roots, which are bunches and clusters of small locust trees. You will think that soon, there will be a dense locust forest here. People favor the locust tree because its wood is hard and it is the first choice for making furniture. It is also because its roots are integrated with the soil, which reduces soil erosion in the barren Loess Plateau. The locust tree is the guardian of the Loess Plateau. How can the children of the Loess who regard the land as their life not have love and respect in their hearts! Sophora japonica, also known as Sophora japonica. Such a poetic name, a "fragrance", how many gentle feelings should it breed? What soaks into your heart is a softness, but what is given to it is the fullness in the pale, the soul in life. The leaves of the locust tree are green and pinnately compound, with pairs of oval leaves growing on the branchlets, shaped like feathers. In April, strings of small flowers bloom among the green leaves. They are white, elegant, jade bones and ice skin, elegant and soft, like brocade or satin, as light as cicada wings, like white clouds coming out of Xiu, swaying in the wind, and fragrant. Sophora flowers as pure as snow float among the green leaves, like blue waves and white lotuses. Fold a branch of acacia flower, stop and stare, the crystal flowers are like jade-colored butterflies, spreading their wings and ready to fly. If you look carefully, there is a touch of pink at the base of the transparent petals. Looking at the small and exquisite, crystal clear Sophora japonica flowers, they look more like amber as warm as jade. Pick a few locust flowers and put them in your mouth. A sweet taste, accompanied by the fragrance, penetrates to the bottom of your heart and spreads throughout your body.
Locust tree, also known as black locust. In winter, when the vegetation is withering, you will see that the branches of the locust tree are not smooth, but are covered with purple-brown triangular thorns. When you walk in the desolate winter, an old locust tree stands abruptly in front of you. When you are in front of me, you will definitely have a strange feeling in your heart, stirring your heart. In the vast and vast space, an old tree bathed in wind and frost has emerged from the long vicissitudes of life and has become a landscape when walking and a sculpture when standing. The withered branches must look up at the blue sky even if they are bent; the cracked knots must straighten the body even if they are scarred. Hold on to a tenacity and uprightness. After being desolate and withered, you still stand proudly and proudly. In the end, you achieve a majestic style and unyielding character. Isn't this monotonous and desolate picture of the vast wilderness and lonely old trees the rich background of life and the most beautiful scenery in life?
The locust tree is a carrier of people’s feelings. The ancients liked to plant locust trees and pin their homesickness on their work. The Sophora japonica is looking forward to its bosom. I have never had too many petty bourgeoisie sentiments. However, when facing the locust tree, the softness in my heart will always ripple. It is a bond and a attachment to my hometown. Look at the locust tree and meditate quietly. It's like I've returned to my childhood, eating sophora flower dishes made by my mother. The smell of sophora flower rice is still fresh in my memory. It's like I saw a scene from my childhood. My friends broke off the locust branches and removed the leaves, leaving only the petioles about a foot long. Then, they gathered around under the locust tree. They were so pious. They were carefully Ground weaving handmade. It seemed that I saw the locust tree in the farmyard. Under the dense canopy, there were the stone benches and tables polished by my grandfather.
Enjoying the cool air in the courtyard, reuniting with my relatives, the locust tree has given me too much joy, too much warmth, too much attachment...
It was in the spring of April that I returned to my hometown, at the entrance of the village. Two old locust trees, with lush branches and leaves, shade the ground. When the wind blows, you can smell a wisp of fragrance. It has been a long time coming. This is the smell of hometown. The people in my hometown are very warm-hearted. When they saw me, they warmly invited me to sit at home. They insisted on keeping me for dinner, and the hostess hurriedly made noodles, selected vegetables, and made dumplings. The filling of the vegetable was Sophora japonica. Only then did I discover that the Sophora japonica in my hometown was just the unbloomed flower buds. The Sophora japonica at this time was the best stuffing for dumplings. Soon, the fragrant dumplings came out of the pot, but there was only one for me. They were rushing for time and let me eat the delicious sophora flower dumplings. During the busy farming season, they rarely have time to make dumplings to eat. The fragrance of Sophora japonica dumplings and the love of Sophora japonica dumplings are a reflection of the hometown people’s simple soul like Sophora japonica flowers.
I saw this locust tree again. It looked more vicissitudes of life. Its rough trunk was covered with moss. The stone table and bench next to it lonelyly watched the deserted courtyard. Grandpa polished it. The stone tables and benches are now different. The wind blew the leaves, and a fragrance floated down from the locust tree. In a trance, I found a sense of familiarity and warmth. That is a story from my grandma, from her simplicity like a locust flower. To be precise, grandma's simplicity reveals an inner tranquility. She came from a wealthy family, but she chose to live a vegetarian life. I am willing to surround a simple courtyard and make my own world. Therefore, grandma kept the romance and tenderness of the past in her heart, and spread the warmth of the long years in the small courtyard. Her figure is a bit graceful, a bit sad, and has too much warmth. When I grow up, I can't find the charm and grace that I once had in my grandma. However, some things have never changed in my grandma, which is the atmosphere in her interactions with people and the temperament in her bones. She has always liked Sophora japonica, the simplicity and tranquility. I think this is the elegance that grandma is born with. Love of flowers, the warmth in my heart, has not been eroded by the trivialities of life for decades. Perhaps, this is a traceable style of grandma. Grandpa likes to plant locust trees, and there must be a reason why grandma likes locust trees. Grandpa, grandma, how are you? If there is a small courtyard in heaven, I think grandpa will carefully polish the stone table and benches for grandma, and plant a locust tree in the courtyard for grandma, so that the fragrance of flowers will fill the courtyard and the locust flowers will bloom in it. Grandma's heart.
Walking in the depths of time, meet in April. The flowers are not over yet, but the love is still young. The flowers on the tree are blooming gracefully, elegant, reserved, and quiet. The greenery on the tree is clear, pure, and fresh. In this way, you are happy with your eyebrows and calm in your heart. In this way, you maintain your original intention. , keep the original color, and fill your heart with a bouquet of flowers. The locust tree touches people so much. It has the vitality and warmth of spring, the richness and refreshingness of summer, the vastness and weight of autumn, and the vigor and perseverance of winter. The locust tree has no graceful figure, no gorgeous colors, no figure in the park, no figure on the street. It is majestic, tenacious, and tenacious; it is simple, ordinary, and humble. It does not take pleasure in things or feel sad about itself, it finds its own place, grows humbly, and interprets simplicity; in its ordinary life, it maintains a persistence, stabs the thorny branches into the sky, and interprets A tenacity.
A person should be like a locust flower, with a simple heart like snow, elegant and quiet, elegant in simplicity, and inspiring in simplicity, generating a fragrance from a distant place, blooming with a pure whiteness that nourishes the heart; a person should be like a locust tree. , gather strength, always look upward, stand magnanimously, and stand calmly, forming a landscape.